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Nude. alisa haiba x fem reader
Genre-Smut, porn with plot
Summary- As an up-and-coming name in the modeling industry, you jump at the chance to work under World famous Japanese modeling legend Alisa Haiba , You assumed you'd get the chance to network your way up the food chain and build your career, but your new boss seems to have very different plans for you.
love languages. Various bnha girls x gn reader
Genre- Fluff.
Summary- Headcanons of how Bnha girls show their gender neutral! s/o affection.
Blood lust. Yandere Toga Himiko x Bat hybrid reader!fem reader
Genre- Angst, smut, plot with porn.
Summary- Toga takes interest in a cute little bat hybrid, unfortunately for you, you happen to be that cute little bat hybrid.
3rd year Bully Nobara and Maki x Grade 4 gn classmate.
Genre-smut, porn without plot.
Summary- Weak little grade four sorcerers like you should learn how to respect their upperclassmen, Don't worry, Nobora and Maki will make sure to teach you how to behave properly.
I've been a cringe fanfiction writer since I was like eight so I'm basically like a veteran at disappointing my parents (and myself), but this is actually my first tumblr blog. I created it purely on impulse, partially to fill the fem x fem reader niche and partially out of boredom.
Here's some uninteresting facts about myself-
Im 19- and this is what I'm doing with my life
Im a second generation female Nigerian Immigrant *mitski intensifies
im obsessed with the show kakeguri , even if it is hot trash.
-I'm bisexual with a fem preference if you couldn't tell. 🧍♀
-Despite my blog theme I've never been into a casino or gambled in my life.
Im addicted to everything---
-Iced coffee
-manga
-Mary satome
-the color red.
-the bully /enemies to lover trope
and I'm currently in love with Christina Hendricks and the show good girls.
Pairing -Cow hybrid! momo yaoyorozu x Cow hybrid! fem reader.
18+ Mdni
CW- Noncon, cow hybrid fuckery, toxic relationships/abuse-vague mentions of a beating and broken bones, afab anatomy.
Cow Hybrid Momo! who's become the resident problem heifer of her farm. she refuses to let any of the bulls breed her so that she can produce a calf, or even come near, often bucking and nipping at them whenever they try to help her through her heats. going as far as to break off a chunk of Todorokis horn the last time he had tried to offer his services.
Cow hybrid momo! who can't stand any of the other annoying heifers in her stable, always rams into Ochoco and mina when they ask her to come graze in the fields with them, sticking out her tongue sneering at anyone who stares too long.
Cow Hyrbid momo! Who takes a special interest in you. The Farm's newest Heifer. A cute little Limousin cow whose shiny brown coat sticks out from the plain black and white of the other cows, cute Lil lopsided ears, and huge doe eyes. Adorable
Cow hybrid momo! Who somehow convinces farmer Deku that there's no point in building another stable unit to the house you in, that she has no problems sharing hers with you, being stablemates.
Cow hybrid momo! who hogs you away from any bull looking to make a move on you, weaves you a flower necklace to show her ownership over you, even though you laugh when mina points it out, saying it's just a friendship necklace. Mina shrugs it off, not noticing the daggers momo shoots at her from the side of her eyes.
Cow hybrid momo! who gets tired of you talking to mina and Ochoco and all the other stupid idiots on the farm who seem to only want to fill your pretty little head with stupid ideas and take your attention away from her. Who corners you in your shared stable, telling you to shut up with your blubbering as she backs you up agianst the wall, sharp hooves digging into your leg over and over as you whimper whole body shaking, leg bloody, disfigured and raw.
Cow hybrid momo! who shushes you, afterward, telling you that you're her stablemate, and she would take care of everything. including your upcoming heat. She brings you your feed in the morning, and a water pail twice a day. She stays with you during her even if it means missing out on her leg-stretching time and if she hadn't have crippled you -you might have thought her efforts were sweet.
By the time your heat finally rolls around, everything is going according to Cow hybrid momo's! plan. Your leg is still healing from your accident and farmer deku refuses to let any of the big brutish bulls near you and its not like you can soothe yourself with your injury and all so It's only natural that your best friend and stablemate would be by your side in these trying times.
And by your side she is. Ringing orgasm after orgasm from your shaking body, rutting against you like a bull no matter how many times you cry out that she cant breed you, two girls cant make a baby, she stuffs her fingers into your dripping cunnie anyways, hellbent on putting a calf in you regardless. Cow hybrid momo! who spends every day of your heat bringing you to orgasm over and over, on her face, thighs, fingers, and a wonderful vibrating contraption she found snooping around in farmer Deku's drawer. By the time your heat is finally over, you're a sticky mess.
cow hybrid momo! who laughs in your face when you thank her, saying you no longer need her assistance with your heats anymore, you're all healed up and farmer dekus paired you up with a pretty bull named Denki. She pulls you in real close, teeth nipping at your ear as she whispers
"I'll break your other fucking leg before I let anyone else touch what belongs to me ."
Her fame as an idol kept her in constant movement. Always in another country or city, doing one tour or another. kept her away from you.
At first, she had loathed being on the road all the time - spending so much time away from home and you. She face-timed you six or seven times a day, her separation anxiety at an all-time high the first few months away, but over time she found herself finding comfort in being away. The city-to-city lifestyle afforded her freedom. Afforded her reprieve from her boring day-to-day life- your bickering and arguments and constant nitpicking at her about every little thing.
The phone calls, messages, and facetime between you became few and far between. She didn't really have time for it anymore, especially with the traction of the shows picking up, her music was garnering a fanbase - something she didn't have back when she was doing shows for u.a or singing in small bars. She was gaining fame. she couldn't afford dead weight from being tied down, not when her career was finally picking up.
And with fame came scandal.
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You first saw it, the tabloids in the checkout line while shopping.
You had known Jirou's tour was ending soon and had gone gift shopping for jewelry at her favorite shop. You were well aware of how the phone calls were dwindling and how she seemed to treat your relationship as a chore, and you were hoping that the choker you purchased would at least present a talking point, something to reconnect over. You were fiddling with a pair of earrings on the checkout rack when you saw it
Musutafu Daily! Rising pop star caught with famous pro hero, a blooming romance?
Your hands had shaken while flipping through the article, picture after picture of candid shots - shots of your girlfriend kissing, holding hugging onto some pro hero with bright blonde hair. Even standing in the checkout line crying you couldn't deny that he was handsome but still it had hurt. Was this why she was treating you like a nuisance, ignoring your calls? Were you really that subpar to the point where she couldn't deliver a proper breakup?
You don't bother calling her, confronting her about rumors. You know they're true. Besides Jirous life was advancing, and you were just a small-town ex-lover who would come off as obsessed with a rising star to the media if you blew the whole thing out of proportion.
so you let her fade away.
Ochoco Uraraka -realization
Uraraka had fallen so deeply in love with you because you reminded her of a bright, shining sun.
A bright shining sun that had always seemed to orbit outside of her universe, always putting everything -becoming the number one hero, living up to allmight's name, being the next symbol of peace- before her. With your bright smile and selfless nature, she had been drawn to you, someone who seemed to appreciate her efforts more than others. You accepted her love, admiration, and pinning like the perfect placeholder significant other. And for a while, you had been perfect, you'd shower her with attention and affection and gifts and she would accept it graciously. Always making time for her no matter what changes in your schedule you needed to make.
But somewhere along the line, Uraraka realized that no matter how much she pretended, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that you were the perfect substitute, you weren't him.
Where once she had looked into your eyes and saw something akin to the boy she had loved all those years ago staring back, she now found herself gazing upon a complete stranger. A person she had no actual knowledge of beyond the similarities she had seemingly forced herself to draw up between you and him to justify falling so hard for you at first.
If you weren't him, then who were you?
As time went on She started to notice just how much she didn't know about you. more and more differences, undeniable differences between you and him, wondering how she could have thought you a replacement to start with.
She tried to fall in love with you, for you. Disconnect you from him, yet she couldn't. The real you, the one she stripped of all of his qualities wasn't someone she thought she could ever truly love. The passion she once held for you died out, but you didn't seem to notice.
You still planned couples getaways and took days off of work to spend time with her at home. bought her flowers and chocolates and dropped off her lunch for her at work, and it was suffocating. She understood it now. Why he had pushed her to the side in favor of everything else all those years back
You couldn't force love, no matter how hard you tried.
Himiko Toga - necesitty
Falling in love was not a foreign concept for Himiko.
Be it platonic or romantic She has fallen in love with many people in her lifetime.
A selfless moss-haired boy who gave her a kick-of forbidden love. Akin to that of a fairytale, a beautiful auburn-haired girl who had presented her with the aspect of enemies to lovers the first person to ever make Himiko question her crimes as a killer - understand the weight of her actions. A sad old man who had been wronged by society, cast aside by the very people who had sworn to protect him, that had given her the closest thing she had ever had to a father-daughter relationship.
They all ended the same.
It was a pattern, almost as if she was damned by some god somewhere to have everyone she cared about leave one way or another. Uraraka had called her a monster and refused to understand why Himiko had to do what she did to those people, Deku had told her she was evil, a disgusting degenerate that needed to be locked up with the likes of moonfish and stain. But Twice -twice had been the hardest. She had to hold on to him, make sure he didn't depart alone, and pretend to be strong as his body melted away.
she's tired of being hurt.
so she lets you go.
Let's you go before you find out all of the sick shit she's done, call her a monster or a freak. Let's you go before you tell her she deserves to be locked up for life in a mental institute for simply playing with the deck she was dealt. Before some sick pro hero with a superiority complex goes and hurts you.
And it hurts.
The pained looks you give her when she gives you the cold shoulder, rejecting whatever date ideas you had in mind in favor of another night of sitting at the hideout's bar, the faint crack in your voice in all the voice mails you've left her, asking what you're doing wrong, telling her that you just want to spend time with her, the look you give her when she lets harsh words roll off her tongue, cutting too deep and going too far. It all hurts so much. But toga doesn't stop.
Doesn't stop ignoring your calls, taking rain checks on all your date plans, and ghosting you until-
until she's all alone.
But she convinces herself things are better like this.
Breaking things off with you before your love for her goes sour.
Momo yaoyorozu- Cheap thrills/boredom
Everything is perfect.
You're perfect, the house is perfect, and Momo's hero career was going perfect. The two of you had fallen into a routine that seemed to be working perfectly.
But routines were boring.
Doing the same thing at the same time with the same person every day was draining. It was driving her insane. She wakes up at 6:30 on the dot to the smell of pancakes. She rolls out of bed, showers, and dresses in that order. Puts her hair up in the same ponytail she has for the same 25 years and then makes her way downstairs where she shes met with a chaste peck on the cheek before sitting down, checking her watch - declaring she's running late and then rushing out the door her way to her agency-If she's lucky there's an emergency that requires her to skip checking in at her agency and going straight into the field.
She desperately needed reprieve away from you and the day-to-day normalcy you created for her at home. She needed a thrill.
Her thrill would come to her in the form of her newest sidekick. A cute little blond thing fresh out shiketsu and looking to follow in the footsteps of Momo's mentor midnight. Telling her all about how they basically had the same quirk. Momo hadn't remembered to ask her name, just the fluttery feeling she got the first time they kissed and then buttoning her top back up in a dazed state afterward.
She went home that night, remaining in her daze as you droned on and on about your day, mind still in her office, replaying the scenes of her beautiful sidekick over and over.
She would come to find out that her sidekick's quirk was seduction in the form of a gas emitted from her skin, very similar to the rated r pro hero indeed, differing in the fact that it seemed to work better on the same sex instead of the opposite.
She could have gotten her fired or at least put on a leave of some sort. Using your quirk on another person, a person of Momo's standing at that was illegal. But still, no calls are made, no paperwork is filed.
She lets it happen again, and again and again. And at first, She tries to convince herself that she has no control, that it's the power of the woman's quirk that has her constantly visiting her bed, but deep down she knows.
She knows the only reason she hasn't filed a complaint or gotten the heroes union involved is cause she finally got her wish.
More thrill in her mundane life.
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I feel like falling out of love is such an underrated trope 😫.
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Pairing - Yandere Yumeko Jabami x Yandere Mary Satome x fem reader.
Summary: As a housepet pet you are required to serve your superiors.
Content warnings- Yandere themes, oral fixation, aged up characters, noncon-rape, Sexual slavery kinda, femdom, abuse of power, the reader gets slapped around/ mentions of the reader getting hurt in the past, degradation, face riding -let me know if I missed anything-mdni.
Word count -1.5k
Your neck was aching, collar heavy around it. The feeling of the leather suffocating, chaffing, and burning like a brand.
A Brand on livestock, A brand on an animal.
You aren't an animal. At least at one point, you hadn't been.
Now you were... what were you?
Yumeko says you're her favorite toy, always so sweet-so kind with her praises, even when she's bringing the belt down on your backside for the tenth time. " Such a good kitty, taking your lashes so well." But mary insist you're a dirty whore, " Why do you insist on babying the little bitch for doing what filthy whores like her are supposed to do"
Even now as Mary wraps another tie around your ankle you can't quite wrap your head around what you are.
Sharp pain from how tight the ties are rings through your wrist and makes you jerk away, earning you a hard slap to the face.
" Hold fucking still waste." Mary hisses. Yumeko jabs lightly at mary with her elbow " Why are you always so mean to her?" Yumeko sighs, rubbing at your thigh. Her voice sounds sincere, caring even but You know all too well that she's only pretending to care, pretending to scold mary for being rough with you.
" The little shit wouldn't have to get tied down if she hadn't had fucking kicked me last time." Mary snaps, yellow eyes glaring at the brunette.
You hadn't meant to kick Mary, but to be fair you had told her that you couldn't handle another orgasm, Yet she persisted, keeping the vibrator on your clit, sneering about how " little shits like you need to serve your purpose." and " If you know whats fucking good for you you'll come again." Your're tenth-or something orgasm had wrecked through your body, sending spasms and jerks- spasms and jerks that had caused your leg to launch out, smacking Mary in her nose.
You had already been punished, of course, mary had made sure to bruise your ass raw, make sure you could sit regularly for weeks, but she still insisted on tying you down before they went on with their regular routine anyways.
Yumeko busies herself unbuttoning her school blouse and stepping out of her skirt
It's not right, twisted how stunning Yumeko's Body is.
Sick people who keep other human beings tied down in empty classrooms shouldn't be allowed to so....beautiful. Sharp collarbone above perfectly round breast that melt into a sharply defined waist. No matter how much you despised Yumeko Jabami you would never be able to call her ugly. And the fact sickened you.
" Aw, you're drooling, am I that pretty kitten," Yumeko giggles, leaning down to smooth your hair back. " Does my good little kitty want something to plug up that sweet little mouth?"
Your stomach tightens knowing exactly what it is she's hinting at. "Open wide for me kitty." Yumeko coos, pushing two of her digits inside your mouth. You know better than to bite down on her fingers, the first and last time you had, mary broke one of yours, and you hadn't been able to bend it correctly for months. So you let the long, slender digits slide past your lips and suck, to avoid punishment.
Mary snorts as she fastens the last tie on your ankle, sitting up. "Ts really fucking gross how you stick your fingers in the little shits mouth like that, how the fuck do you get off on that?" She sneers Yumeko just smiles, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. "If that little fuckface pukes, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you Yumeko." Mary frowns
" 'Sides, there are better ways to put her mouth to use anyways," she mumbles. Yumeko lets out a boisterous laugh " If you wanted a turn with kitty's mouth, all you needed was to say so." Mary doesn't answer, instead motions for Yumeko to take her fingers out of your mouth, to which Yumeko obliges with a sad whimper, letting her now slimy digits drop from your mouth.
"Now, you'll put that whinny little mouth to good use," Mary smirks, positioning herself to hover over your face. You start up your usual protest, about how you don't want her to ride your face, that you'd rather just eat her out on your stomach to avoid her suffocating you, but your pleading is in vain, Mary lets her legs give out anyway, pushing her cunt directly onto your mouth.
You almost panic at the sudden loss of air, but you know better to try and struggle against her, it only ever results in some form of physical assault. And it's not like you could push her off of you, in your current state. So you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to take a swipe at her folds.
" Aww, you're being so good kitten, you deserve an award." Yumeko sings.
" She's not-Fuck- Not being fucking good, the little fucking shit's just doing what housepets are supposed to do." Mary whimpers out, thighs quivering around your head.
Houspet.
Hearing Her say the word- the title is almost foreign since they often call you anything but. Kitten, Toy, Little shit, but still it's a reminder of what you are now. No longer human, and below any animal. A Housepet. A failed gambler.
It all comes pouring back to you like rain, everything you had been, what you were before.
Master gambler, Highroller extraordinaire. You had been on top of the world, winning game after game and match after match, well on your way to becoming an esteemed member of the student body council. Maybe even president of the student body council until-Until you had lost.
It had all happened so fast, you were so certain- still certain that you should've won that game, that it had been rigged and you deserved a rematch - a recount, anything- yet your cries of foul-play had fallen on death ears. Your status as a high-ranking gambler had been revoked, replaced with that of a disgusting, low-ranking rat.
The transition had been slow, yet persistent. The looks of fear and admiration people once gazed at you with turned to disgust and superiority. Where once people had flocked to be around you they had started to avoid you like the plague.
The last and final declaration of your dehumanization had come in the form of a notice from the student council, a notice stating that if you couldn't repay your debt from losing, you would be demoted to the lowest student ranking at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You had begged, on your knees almost for a second chance, but the president had refused, issuing you a collar.
Yumeko and Mary had cornered you a few days after that, forced you to become their personal little plaything.
"No point in resisting, shitty little housepets like you go missing all the time, no one would look for you." Mary had whispered
Yumeko jerking your thighs further apart pulls you out of your moment of self-realization.
"You're doing so well for Mary kitten, I just can't help but reward you." she beams.
Yumeko's rewards always leave you overstimulated and crying, so you don't feel any relief at the mention of receiving one. Still despite how you tense up, clearly uncomfortable with her rewarding you, Yumeko slots herself between your legs, flicking a vibrator on and pressing it against your clit. The sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up, much to the distaste of Mary.
" Be fucking still" the blonde hisses, " Just fucked up my c-climax."
You don't bother to object or tell mary that Yumeko's the reason you moved so suddenly, you know she won't care either way. "s' fucking close" Mary whimpers grinding down against your tongue harder. Her hips stutter, once, twice, before she's shaking, squirting all over your face. You want to gag, cry out, push her off you, but you know you can't, so you let her ride the rest of her orgasm off on your face, sticky, sweaty thighs clamped around your head.
Mary finishes after what seems like forever, standing up on quivering legs, looking around for her clothes.
" Were gonna be fucking late for our next class, fucking c'mon Yumeko" She sighs.
Yumeko pouts from between your legs, two fingers buried in your swollen cunt. "But I didn't get to finish kittens reward, she's been so good we can't just leave her all pent up like this."
you can almost hear Mary roll her eyes." If I have to fucking drag you outta here by your fucking hair Yume-
"Fine, Fine" Yumeko stands up, cutting her off. She slowly reassembles her uniform, grumbling almost like a child who just had a toy ripped away from her.
"Sides you can come back and finish the little shit off after school" Mary shouts, already halfway out of the door. Yumeko smiles down out you, winking before following her friend into the hall.
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Long after they've left you find yourself sobbing, wishing they had untied you before going back to class.
A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize you're not crying about being tied up because the position you're in is uncomfortable or even because you might have been able to find a way out if they had let you free of the ties.
You're crying because You wished they had let you go before leaving so you could stuff a finger into your aching cunt.
Summary: Let Momo Provide for you after all she's been doing It your whole life.
Content Warnings - Incest, Noncon, Drugging, Predatory Behavior, use of the word "Cunny". MDNI
Momo yaoyorozu is by no means a bad mother.
She has provided for you, given you everything you have ever wanted for in life; a clean nice home. The best possible foundation for your future. In fact, She's made it her own personal mission to be the driving force in all of your success.
When you were six it had been softball, You came to her begging To play, Telling her that you wanted to go pro one day. She made sure to get you a top-of-the-line personal trainer and Only the best grade Equipment.
When you turned eight- your dreams of softball long forgotten- you had come to her stating that you wanted to be a great hero like your mother. Her heart had swelled with pride and she took it upon herself to make sure you were on the right path. A tutor for Fighting Techniques, Pre-mech designing for a possible hero suit to accommodate your blooming quirk, even going as far as to let you accompany her during her hero services. You had watched her in aw, little mouth agape and eyes akin to saucers as Momo took down Low-grade villains executing a robbery.
When the villains had been subdued you had run-up to her and threw your small arms around her waist, burying your chubby face in her stomach " You're the best Mommy"! you had squealed.
Momo Wonders If you still think she's the best now.
The small, still logical voice told her that she was disgusting. Taking advantage of you like this,
But what had she done besides what you needed her to do?
You had come to her, as you had many times before in your life asking for her guidance...Her help.
Help with alieving Sexual frustration.
Of course, she was taken back at first, this particular request had made her drop her soba onto the kitchen floor and her eyes widen.
But she recovered quickly. You were a grown woman. And she understood that your almost adorable lack of sexual knowledge was partially her fault, as she had always made sure to keep you on a straight path your entire life, a path that had no detours for lovers or sex or dating.
She had agreed to help you, why wouldn't she. There was nothing strange about a Mother teaching her daughter how to get take care of sexual urges. It was simply a part of life she had forgotten to guide you through and was revisiting to ensure your success in.
And that's what she reminded herself as you squirmed under her.
You had been so needy.
Such a beautiful, quaking mess.
The constant hum of the vibrator she had pressed against your clit was the only sound in your bedroom besides the sweet sounds you would occasionally let out as she built you up to your first orgasm. You had came so beautifully for her and it was an image that had stayed so vividly in her mind well after she left your room.
In the following days after educating you, Momo finds herself struggling to suppress whatever feeling that had bubbled up to the surface.
Her senses had seemed to heighten, her perception of you changing. When had you become so ...Womanly.
Your mother found herself noticing things about you she had been oblivious to before. The swell of your breast in t-shirts. The way your ass looked as you bent over to pick something up. How your yawning face was so, so very similar to the delicious Oh face you make when you climax.
You were a drug. One Momo found herself being deprived of.
she tries to cherish soft moments with you, from before she started seeing you in such a disgusting light. Yet still, even when you have the purest intentions momos mind can only seem to distort the image into something forbidden.
when you offer to take her on a girl's day to the beach to celebrate Mother's days, Momo can only find herself wishing that the waves would crash against you so hard your bikini top flies off and she might be able to catch a glimpse of your perfect tits.
When you inform her that you've finally found a decent apartment and would be moving out soon she's devastated. Not because you won't be there to keep her company but because she won't be able to sneak into your room and pocket your dirty panties if you anymore.
You had smiled at her, so proud that you were finally going to really start your life, go out on your own. But Momo was determined to make sure you stayed.
"You'll be glad to get me out of the house " You laughed taping up yet another box.
Momo feels anything but.
She knows she should be helping you pack, helping with the moving process. Supporting you through this part of your life as a good mother should. yet she can only find herself finding ways to keep you with her longer.
She makes up excuse after excuse as to why she needs you to stay in the house with her, but your mind is made up. You seem to sum up her franticness to get you to stay to empty nesters syndrome.
" I'll make sure I visit, " You reassure her.
But Momo doesn't care about you visiting as much as you can, she wants you to stay with her.
Momo Realizes that you'll leave her and rarely visit. Unless she does something.
For a moment she had thought of Blacklisting you from the apartment complex you were set to move into. But she decides against it. It would be a temporary fix at most, you'd eventually find another place sooner or later and she'd end up back to square one. Momo finds her solution in her status.
Being a hero afforded her access to any substance for an array of problems. When she was early in her hero days her free access to pills had come in handy for cheap highs and party activities, and as she got older it had allowed her the ability to receive top grade painkillers to aid in the damage hero work had done to her bodies over the years.
Now, she would use it as means to make sure you stay exactly where she needed you to be.
It hadn't been hard to get her hands on gamma-hydroxybutyric acid. The date rape drug.
Momo made sure to be as unassuming as possible. Instead of making excuses to prolong your stay, she pretended to welcome the change. Went furniture and decoration shopping, even proposed she cook you your favorite meal for your last night in the house.
For a second, Momo almost has a moment of clarity as she watches you bring your lips to the glass of wine she made with your food. clarity that tells her she's a sick fuck, that this is wrong -that she's a bad mother.
Yet with the way, you were so manageable in your intoxicated state, so easy to stuff into the backseat of her car, to drive out to her house in the hills.
You stay that way even as Momo begins tying you down to the guest bed, spread eagle. Only beginning to flutter awake as she fastens the last tie around your ankle.
Your struggling now, tears streaming down your pretty face as you beg around the gag she put into your mouth.
Momo yaoyorozu is by no means a bad mother.
All she has ever done is make sure that you have had the best possible chances for success in life.
And even now as she climbs between your legs, giving your sweet cunny a small kitten lick, she's certain that she will be able to take care of you.
Pairing: Yandere Uraraka, Toga, and momo x fem reader.
Degenerate filth can be draining, here have some Angst / fluff.
Summary : Headcannons / drabbles of how the Bnha Girls would go about dealing with a fem darling that has a bad relationship with eating/body image.
Content Warning : Negative Body image, Self Depreciation, Self harm , Angst, Sfw and nsfw aspects minors dni.
Yandere Ochoco Uraraka
Uraraka loves you.
Every part of you. She tries her best to make sure you're happy with her, and for the most part, she thought she had been doing a pretty good job. You had everything you could want with her - except for freedom of course - So when you fall into a depression, refusing to eat, spending hours staring at yourself in the mirror- pinching and prodding at your body, it hurts her. She assumes she's doing something wrong.
That had to be the reason you were so miserable right? She becomes overbearing, constantly drowning you in unwanted affection, Whatever she did she was sure she could make up for it.
" What's the wrong baby ?"
When you finally break down crying, tell her how you feel about yourself, how you can't stand the sight of your reflection, how sick you make yourself feel she's bewildered. To her, you're the most stunning person in the world. It's why she fell for you after all. She tries to tell you as much but it only results in you crying more, screaming that she's lying, that no one could ever actually think you're anything but an ugly piece of lard. Completely bewildered as to how you could see yourself as anything other than gorgeous, She makes it her mission to fix your perspective of yourself, her seemingly constant bombardment of flattery and praise magnifying tenfold.
There's not a moment of the day where she's not reminding you of how pretty you are, how sexy you are, how desirable you are. If you still deny her, she resorts to showing you the only other way she thinks she can, shaking thighs held down to the mattress face buried between them, tongue bringing you to your third orgasm of the night. You're still crying, weak legs trying to pull away from her, but at least she can't hear you put yourself down over the whimpers and moans you're letting out. She'll show you just how beautiful you are to her, no matter what it takes.
Yandere Momo Yaoyorozu
Momo is relatively insensitive to your predicament. In her defense, it's not on purpose, you should know she doesn't care about how you look and she can't comprehend why you spend so much time in the mirror doting on it.
You don't expect momo to understand though, She's perfect. Tall, lean, beautiful, tight, and toned despite having a quirk that requires her to eat a lot. Still, her cold response hurts. The way she scoffs at you when you refuse to eat for the fourth night in the row makes you feel like your mental state was an inconvenience to her. She tries her best to ignore the way you flinch away from her touch as if you're some gross blob she isn't allowed to touch or step on the scale for the 400th time in one day.
She tells herself it's a phase you'll grow out of. Food is a necessity.
It's When she offers to take you out to dinner and you refuse, locking yourself in the bathroom sobbing about one stupid thing or the other that has her fed up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She hisses, her patience with you dwindling. She's yelling at you from behind the door, banging on it for you to let her in.
It wasn't until you swing the door open, face puffy and mascara running down your face that she falls silent.
You're shaking, the dress she bought for you for tonight on the floor behind you. Momo's frozen and before she can get a word out you're the one screaming.
" I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm not going ." You wail, words beginning to turn to mush. Momo grabs hold of you, tries to calm you down but you're thrashing, trying to pull away.
You finally tire yourself out, limp in her arms on your shared bed, less defensive. she decides that it's the right time to ask you about what the hell just happened. " Why - she treads with caution" why were you crying like that?" Your voice is quiet and shaky when you answer " the dress you bought me -I couldn't fit the dress I- I g-got bigger."
Momo's first thought is why the hell that has you so upset when she can buy you a dress that fits - but when your eyes tear up again she pushes her logical thinking to the side. She's not sure what to say or if there's anything else she can do besides offer comfort. So that's what she does, cancels the dinner reservations and just let you spend the night crying on her chest.
Yandere toga
Toga's love language is touch.
It doesn't matter where but she has to be touching a part of you at all time to feel truly at peace. Despite that when you tell her she can't touch you because it makes you feel icky, she doesn't take it personally.
Toga grew up understanding the way society can make you feel rotten about things you can't control.
Hell her quirk got her labeled as a horrifying monstrosity because of the nature of it, but you accepted her. Made her feel comfy and at home so she makes it her mission to return the favor. Even if her ministrations are a bit odd- you always scold her when she steals your things she considers comfort items, or when she threatens to kill anyone who ever made you feel less than enough as you are, going as far as to bring you the remains of a middle school bully, presenting them to you like a proud cat would a dead mouse.
You really cut into her for that one But you can't really blame her.
Everything about her life has been shitty and she'll be damned if she lets the one good thing she has wither away into nothingness.
A/N - Your body is perfect and you look fine. stop worrying about it . Your face is fine . Literally every flaw you think you have exist only in your mind . you look exactly like you should.
content warnings: implied noncon/dubcon , Minors Dni.
Summary: Jirou doesn’t let you say no.
How many drinks have you had?
You were sitting alone at the bar in the corner of the club, trying to make small talk with the bartender.
She wasn't sure what had made her take notice of you. It wasn't as if you were anything special or practically nice to look at.
Dressed plainly in a black dress, stocking-clad legs dangling off the bar stool.
But still out of the dozens of people in the bar tonight she noticed you.
You who was downing shots like water, one after the other, You who was staggering deliciously between the bar and the dance floor.
Vulnerable. So very vulnerable. Barley able to walk straight. Wobbling around on the dance floor like you have two left feet.
You shouldn't be here by yourself.
People like to take advantage of dumb little girls who drink too much in clubs and cant take care of themselves. But lucky for you, Jirou has no intentions of taking advantage of you.
No, she's just going to show you a good time.
The way you were pushing yourself onto her, grinding into her under the flashing lights, she could hardly be considered trying to pick you up, even if you're drunk of your ass it was clear that you wanted her. Wanted this. You don't struggle as she leads you off the dance floor and out of the building.
It so easy to get you into the Lyft, laughing like a little airhead as you slid into the seat next to her. You don't try to stop her when her fingers trail their way down to your folds, circling your clit. You were wet, so you have to want this.
You want this or else why would your hips be bucking into up inter her fingers like a fucking slut, she's sure you came right there in the back of the Lyft.
It's only when she's finally got your top off, tossed on the floor,
sweat beading down her brow as she struggles to undo your bra that you start pleading with her to stop.
If she was a better person she would get off you, apologize. Help you gather your clothes, call you a ride.
But Jirou isn't a better person.
You've been a fucking tease this entire night and now you want to chicken out? Grinding that cute little ass on her in the club, letting her finger fuck you on the ride here and now you want to leave her high and dry?
No that simply won't work.
That won't work at all.
Jirou catches the sigh of relief you make as the gets off you, walking across the floor to the door. She also notices the whimper you let out when you register the click of her locking the door, of her turning back around.
If she was a better person she'd let you run off, go home and tell all your little friends how she tried to violate you, but Jirous not a better person. She realizes that as she gathers your discarded underwear off of the floor, climbing back onto you, shoving them into your mouth like a pretty little gag. Her fingers trail back down to your cunt and just as she suspects your fucking drooling.
You wanted this.
You wanted her.
Even if you were having second thoughts about it, your sloppy pussy had made up its mind. Gripping her fingers like a fucking vice.
pairing : Yandere Uraraka -Jirou - Yaoyorozu x fem reader
Tw: Nsfw and Sfw Aspects , Mentions of kidnapping, drugging, , typical yandere fuckery. Minors DNI
Word count : 1,103
Yandere Momo Yaoyorozu
Sfw
Yandere Type - Dokusen-gata - Monopoly type- Controlling
Nickname - Bunny
Method of obtaining you-
Momo Wants- needs you all to herself.
What the fuck do you need a social life for? It's pretty simple actually, She's all you need. She's your best friend, lover, and biggest supporter, no one on earth will ever love you the way she does. Not your friends, Not your stupid family, No one. so as far as she's concerned you don't need anyone else. She’ll begin the process of cutting people out of your life, as painstaking as it is weeding through your social circle until she's the only one left.
They're all bad influences on her precious bunny anyways
If she were to kidnap you -
Momo sees bringing you to stay with her as the final step in ensuring that she's the only one you depend on. She doesn't have to flat out take you., She's rich and her position as a hero grants her connections. If your landlord mysteriously evicts you and you find yourself being turned down from every open apartment, from every house showing, you'll have no choice but to move in with her. You'll be none the wiser.
Gifts -
Momo is affluent, She'll spoil you rotten, whether you want her to or not. Get used to receiving Flamboyant jewelry, designer dresses that hug your frame, extravagant perfume. If she sees it and thinks it's nice she going to get it for you, There's no point in arguing with her.
How she would dress her Darling -
Momo's obsession with being in control has lead her to infantilize you. Shell dress you in white baby doll dresses, lacy white lingerie. Anything that highlights your innocence.
Nsfw
Would she use her quirk during ?
Momo likes to use her quirk on you, and she's not shy about it. Making the largest assortment of toys imaginable, testing them out on you., Teasing your poor pussy until its numb with yet another vibrator, She just wants to make sure she knows how to please her bunny, so If she has to tie you down to run her tests she will.
Kinks- Infantilization - Mommy,
It feeds into her obsession with being in control. She needs you to depend on her for your pleasure. To depend on her for everything.
Yandere Ochako Uraraka
Sfw
Yandere Type - Touei-gata - Projection type -Delusional.
Nickname - Beloved
Method of obtaining you -
You remind her of him.
Midoriya that is. The way you're always looking out for others, you're just so sympathetic and sweet. She failed with him, the way he would always overlook her, ignore her. Make her feel like she was second to his Hero work, But she promises herself she won't fail with you. It doesn't matter what it takes, How long it takes, You're her second chance, A mirror image of him. She won't - refuses to let you slip away like he did. If that means forcing you out of every other relationship, swallowing up all your time until there's only her left, then so be it.
If She were to kidnap you
It would most likely be a result of you trying to break things off. Is she not good enough for you? She can be better. Whatever it is she'll work on it because She's not letting you walk away, abandon her like Deku did. She's not letting you go, So you might as well get comfortable with her. You're never leaving.
Gifts -
She doesn't want you to feel like she can’t provide for you. She'll do whatever it takes to keep you with her, and that includes buying you anything she thinks you might like, regardless of if you want it or not. You're well aware of her financial situation but whenever you ask how she manages the lavish gifts the answers are vague and undetailed. Sooner or later you'll realize how she affords all that stuff.
How she would dress her darling-
Whatever makes you happiest. Be it rags or robes, she desperately wants you to be happy with her.
NSFW
Would she use her quirk during?
She absolutely would. Hover you right over her mouth and Devour your pussy for hours. She wants to overstimulate you, make you feel pleasure stronger than anyone else could. She doesn't register your no's or please for her to stop, You're soaked so you must like it, right?
Kinks - Praise
If you feel good tell her...It'll push her over the edge. All she wants is to be good enough for you, tell her that she's doing good won't you beloved?
Yandere Kiyoko Jirou
sfw
Yandere type - Shoushitsu-gata - Self-deprecating - One-sided
Nickname: Kiyoko refrains from giving you a nickname because she doesn't see the two of you in a relationship.
Method of obtaining you-
You're simply stunning.
Everything right with the world. Flawless. Perfection. How could someone as breathtaking as you ever notice someone like her? Kiyoko would the first to admit that she's not the best-looking girl in the world. Nor did she have the most … Attractive body. The fact becoming evident to her in her high school days, when even the class pervert couldn't point at a single attractive attribute about her or her body. She doesn't go about obtaining you, opting to watch you from afar, sparing herself the sting of rejection. This of course propelling her into despair. The heart wants what it wants
If she were to kidnap you-
She wouldn't. Her confidence or lack thereof wouldn't allow it.
Gifts -
She'd never give you anything directly, but if she does happen to overhear talking about a certain pair of shoes you like, a perfume from a catalog you were looking at, you can expect to find the said object of interest on your doorstep later.
How she'd dress her darling?
Because she won't kidnap you, the most she can do is imagine. You in sundresses that hug your curves, you in lingerie, preferably black. In all manners of things really, however, she doesn't let herself imagine too long because it'll eventually lead her to another depressive episode of how shell never actually be able to see you in those things.
Nsfw
Would she use her quirk during?
She's fantasied about it. Using her ear jack to set a steady vibration on your clit. Watch you squirm under her. Yeah she thought about it
Kinks - Body worship
Not hers, but yours. She's had more than a few orgasms to the thought of you letting her worship, cherish that perfect body of yours. Let her fawn over you.
Tw: Mentions of Kidnapping, undescriptive gore , Drugging , abuse ,
Your arm hurt.
That was the first thought as the grogginess of sleep left you. Your arm was pulsing, a rhythmic, heartbeat-like throb. The pain intensifies as the final slithers of sleep slipped away.
Fuck your arm hurt.
You forced yourself to sit up, moving from the fetal position you had tucked yourself into the night before.
The memories of the night's occurrences flooding back into your memory.
Uraraka had strapped you down, onto a gurney of some sort, cooing as she injected one of Kurogiri’s concoctions into the vein on your leg-or had it been your arm -Reassuring you that it would numb you enough that you would hardly feel what she was about to do next.
What- What had she done next? Whatever it was the pain it caused had made you pass out. Which leads to waking up on the cot in the corner.
The room smelled awful. A smell you couldn't exactly pinpoint. Sickenly sweet and rotten all at the same time. The smell so overwhelming that it made you nauseous and that coupled with the pulsating of your arm made your head spin.
You almost laughed to yourself.
What were you expecting? For your prison to smell like roses and fresh fields of lavender? You had managed to be kidnapped by the league of villains. This wasn't a five-star resort.
Of course, it would fucking stink.
You had spent the first two days of your captivity wondering what any other sane person in your position would, Why you?
There had been instances - few- when people were kidnaped by the love to be recruited. you recalled watching the news a while back - while you were in high school - A particular story about a boy, now pro hero Dynamight being kidnapped by the league of villains in his U. days as a failed means to recruit him for their cause.
But that was the problem. Dynamight had a wonderful, flashy quirk, one that landed him the position as number 2 hero. Your quirk was hardly flashy or powerful, a simple healing quirk, one that couldn't even be used to heal yourself. That coupled with your lack of training equated to you being an ordinary civilian.
Maybe they wanted to make an example out of you. Broadcast your death for thousands of viewers, similar to the way the villain Dabi had exposed his father's crimes to the world on a national stage.
It was on The third day of your stay you received your answer.
There was no grand cause, no divine reasoning behind your kidnapping.
She had brought you here on a whim. Because as she put it
“ I saw you and I wanted you, so I took you .”
As if you were a pretty knickknack on the ground, to be picked up and pocketed, instead of a human being.
Maybe there had been more to it than that, but that was all you caught before passing out from the pain again.
Uraraka seemed to take great joy in strapping you down to the makeshift gurney. Round Face tinged red as she shocked and carved and prodded and poked. You were brought here to suffer
no less, no more.
The sound of footsteps edging closer to your room snapped you out of your thoughts. You retracted back into the corner ignoring the searing red pain from your arm as you shriveled back into a ball. Uraraka bounced into the room Flipping on the light switch and shutting the door sharply behind her. Under the pale flickering white light, You took a moment to study her features.
Round face, rosy cheeks, button nose Auburn hair falling on either side of her face.
In another life, you might have said she looked innocent.
Cute.
Albeit except for the all to familiar look of demented infatuation in her oval eyes. The brown orbs seeming to be forever dilated.
“ Your awake “ She stated skipping closer to your huddled form.
“ I was beginning to worry that you lost too much blood while I was giving you your gift.” You pushed yourself further back into the wall as she inched closer to the cot. She ignored your clear discomfort in favor of grabbing at your heavy arm. Now that the room was illuminated you noticed the bandages wrapped tightly around the limb.
“ I took extra care to make sure it doesn't get infected, and ill even have Dabi cauterize it later for you.” She said cheerfully picking at the wrappings. Slowly undoing them.
The wrapping fell onto the cot. Uraraka smiled, admiring her handiwork. Your eyes widened looking at the thing that was making your arm ache so badly.
“Property of Of Ochako Uraraka”
The repulsive branding had been scribbled on your arm in pretty cursive. Starting at the curve of your elbow and ending right before your hand.
The room started spinning.
“ Do you like it pet?”
Her voice sounded far away now, drowned out in your dizziness.
Why was the room spinning?
She looked at you- head cocked to the side slightly, reaching out and forcing your chin straight to make eye contact with her.
“ You really ought to be more grateful you know” She sneered dilated eyes now small, black beads. The look of infatuation was replaced with something- something darker.
“You have no idea how hard it was to convince Shigaraki to let you stay here. Trying to make him believe that worthless little healing quirk of yours could be of use to us.” She sneered, the light fluffiness in her voice gone now.
“ The least you could do is answer me when I speak to you pet.”
Your voice comes out broken and horse, “ W-Why Why could I like this y- your f- fucking sick you cra-
You hear the smack before you feel the sharp tingling on the side of your face.
“ Pet you really must learn to mind your manners .” She hissed. Snatching the collar of your tattered shirt, yanking you upright until you were flush against her face. For a second you were sure she would kill you then and there. With that sick fucking look in her eyes it wouldn't be a stretch. Maybe she would kill you and put you out of your misery. She kept you like that ….staring deeply into your eyes before letting go of your shirt. Your body falling back onto the cot.
“ Come pet, I want to show you something .” She said standing up swiftly. you try to stand up shakily legs quivering. Since you'd been brought here you hadn't been allowed to leave the room. You warily stood up and started to slowly trail behind her.
She skipped cheerfully down the hall and up a flight of rotting wooden stairs. You tried to take in your surroundings as best you could as she pulled you along, But the only thing you recognized was the smell. The same sickenly sweet offsetting smell. It was stronger now, clouding your senses.
You walked for what seemed an eternity - were your legs this sore before? - until she halted suddenly in front of a door at the end of a long hallway.
The sweet rotting smell was the strongest here.
She moved to open the door before stopping and turning around flashing you a sly cat-like smile “ O-OO-OOO” She squealed giddily jumping up and down, “c’mere pet It'll be a surprise “ She yanked you closer to placing your hand on the doorknob. She placed her head in the crook of the neck before covering your eyes with her palms, pinkies on each hand slightly raised as to keep you from floating away. “ I'm going to count down from three and when I reach one I want you to open this door, can you do that for me pet?” She whispered deliriously. You nodded - much too afraid to put up any form of protest. “ Three.” She started, pausing to bite down sharply on your neck.
“Two “ She continued pink tongue darting out to lap at the sweet red liquid from the wound she created.
“one.”
Your hand turned the doorknob and Uraraka urgently ushered you into the room. Flicking on another light switch. The smell coming from the room was enough to make you sick, though Uraraka seemed to be unbothered by it.
You looked around for a second, confused.
Splat
Something wet had fallen on your nose. Your hand reached up to touch the foreign liquid.
To your horror, it was blood.
you slowly tilted your head up to be met by hundreds, no thousands of floating bodies.
Your brain finally registered the suffocating smell
of death. These people were dead.
“ What -what is this.” You choked out .” Uraraka took her hand in yours smiling like a woman possessed.
“ This pet, This is my collection.” She said almost proudly. The room wasn't spinning at this point, it was convulsing. She took your face into her hands squishing your cheeks together.
The room finally stopped moving as you focused in on those brown dilated pupils.
“ See pet the way I see it, you could submit to me, and mind of your fucking manners, learn how to be more fucking grateful or, she said moving closer to ear nibbling at it bit before continuing
“ You'll float too”
yes I got the idea for this from Georgie from It. 😭✋
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